Feeling Different and Terminally Unique
Right. Here I go again---another strange phrase that may be construed as useless. I could title this blog "I Am Different." Or, to push any thoughts of narcissism aside--"We Are Different" might work well. But that doesn't work. Not really. Particularly among the masses where people are both similar and dissimilar.
First, let's take a look at the core of the words unique and different. Do they generally mean the same thing? Let's check with my coffee stained thesaurus (I have given up the notion that I will not use it in my posts---no complaints yet.
-Unlike (no kidding!)
-Deviating (Not incriminating I assume)
-Like night and day (horrid metaphor...I sort of want to burn the book--again)
-Poles Apart (I assume because it's the holidays that I am picture the North Pole--a shot at creativity needed on my end)
Okay. I think we have learned something: Feeling different cannot be put in words. Can feeling Unique?
To summarize: The words tied to unique are a little bit more . . . shall we say . . . positive? "Rare" like . . . a diamond?
To be different is to be, apparently, "unlike" others in this context.
Often, diagnosed with a mental illness, we feel different. Maybe we cannot, as I suggested, attach words to the feeling.
Believing We Are and Feeling Different Can be Dangerous
Yes, we have a mental illness. But the person sitting nearest to you, they have their own crosses to bear. Skeletons in the closet. Phrase it however you want, we are all the same in that life throws us curveballs at some point or another. We all work to handle them and find our way to the other side. In the case of mental illness, we work to achieve a state of recovery.
The pursuit to finding it, our unique journey, is different--yes, but we all suffer at some point--that's the human condition.
Applying the word different to ourselves can increase isolation. If we put a negative spin on the word, on the feeling, it can make it hard to relate to other people--people who struggle as well. Nobody escapes life unscathed.
I cannot tell you to work to stop feeling separate, different, it comes with the territory of mental illness--at least at first. That's the reality. But I can suggest that you, that I, work to describe ourselves in other ways.
Feeling Terminally Unique
You might wonder why I bothered to insert the word "terminally" in this heading. Isn't unique enough? Would not that suffice? Well, I promise, I have a point here. The word unique, as explored above, puts on a positive spin on the feeling of difference. Being unique is often, and rightfully so, connected to positive things: our skills and our talents. Things that help define us as people, as individuals---and that's great. But feeling terminally unique, well, that's a different playing field.
Feeling terminally unique, as if we are exceptionally different, than others, is as damaging as feeling isolated because we feel we don't really fit into society. Our illness separates us. Believing that we are somehow exceptionally unique makes it hard to connect with people. Often, this feeling stems from insecurity. I get that. I've been there.
First diagnosed, and for quite a few years later, I hid behind what I believed made me special--unique to others and to the world. And it wasn't a nasty case of narcissism, it was connected to the fear that I was different. I thought that if I had to be different as a result of my diagnosis, well, I had better compensate. I should isolate myself, believe that my inability to connect with people was because I was terminally unique. I did not need anyone, no, I was good enough on my own. People could not understand me, that's all.
Feeling Different From the World, but Being Just Me
And then I woke up. I realized I was neither exceptionally different or terminally unique. I was just me. And that was okay. I was human, like the rest of us, and I had something to offer people, as they did me.
It's a complicated topic, worthy of debate, but simple as well: try to live without feeling like you have a t-shirt stating you have a mental illness. Recognize that you are as different, as unique, as the next person. And that's what makes things interested. That's what makes life an alright place to live in.
Stay the course, as they say. Hang on for the turbulent ride, try to have some fun.
Jeanne, N. (2011, December 26). Feeling Different and Terminally Unique, HealthyPlace. Retrieved on 2020, July 15 from https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/recoveringfrommentalillness/2011/12/feeling-terminally-unique-different
Author: Natalie Jeanne Champagne
It is a complicated topic, I agree. Feeling different, being different; feeling unique, being unique. But I like what you've written and the point you make. "I was just me. And that was okay." Well said; though I'd change the past tense to the present. :)